I scream in pain, but darling I've already forgot your name you will never achive in a team and now I tell you why I see you as a lie You promised
You promised you promised that your done But I cant tell you from the drugs Don't let go We''ll dig a great big hole Down an endless hole We'll both
basement I'm leaning on the washing machine I'm reaching back through a hole in the wall's insulation I'm pulling out a bottle of vodka Replacing that with a
still on the rise But look up to a beautiful sound And see for yourself you're not that far down And know this, I cannot love a little My promise to you
So I ain't guilty At least thats how I see it inside, an eye for an eye He challenge me and he gotta die, so I send him a kite To let him know that wasnt
toes, So I aint guilty At least thats how I see it inside, an eye for an eye He challenge me and he gotta die, so I send him a kite To let him know that
An empty street An empty house A hole inside my heart I'm all alone, the rooms are getting smaller I wonder how I wonder why I wonder where they are
The sun comes up with promise And my eyes burn open wide And the sting compounds the torture From the vacant hole inside My conscious recollection Of
Whut! I can't wait to die! Please Murder my mother fuckin` ass off! have you ever tried, to get the fuck up your hole, fall right back inside, once
my mother fuckin` ass off! Bring It! Cause I`m Goin To Shangri-La have you ever tried, to get the fuck up your hole, fall right back inside, once
may tax your brawn and brains, but you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate these last remains." Now, a promise made is a debt unpaid And the
on the rise But look up to a beautiful sound And see for yourself you're not that far down And know this, I cannot love a little My promise to you is
roar A hole in my soul For you it's good-bye, for me it's to cry For whom the bell tolls, for me Seen you in a magazine A picture at a party where you
'm lastin' my time here Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear And every nigga that
See, there's something vapid inside of you There's a sweet little robot inside of you So take off that silly moustache Don't be a baby There's a Pete Brady inside